I still have your pendant

When Fu Hang rushed to the funeral home, all the family members of the deceased came to go through the formalities. When Fu Hang walked into the funeral home hall, he still didn't believe the news of Fu Jie's sudden death, just like he did when he was a child.

At that time, death was only a vague and almost unfamiliar concept to Fu Hang, but now he would rather believe that everything is the same as it was more than ten years ago, and his father died in a suspended animation instead of lying in an ice coffin in a funeral parlor. Here, it's just a dead body.

Fu Hang looked at the person in the ice coffin, that person's face may have been made up, the same as before, even more complexion than when Fu Hang saw him in the detention center.

When Fu Hang caressed that person's face and touched that cold cheek, he didn't know whether he could say surprise or disbelief in his heart.

But he knew that there was no feeling of sadness in his heart at all, and he didn't know what to be sad about, because maybe after learning that Fu Jie surrendered himself, he would end up like this, and it was only a matter of time.

Fu Hang didn't speak. He stood in front of the ice coffin and took a few glances before going to coordinate various procedures. He Qucheng followed behind him and looked at the unhurried person. He didn't know what he could say. There is no news from the outside world yet. The news of Fu Jie's suicide broke out, but he could already guess how the entertainment media would write their articles. The most words that appeared were "suicide in fear of crime".

Because of the current state of popular opinion, no one cares about the dereliction of duty of the detention center, and no one is worried about the pressure of public opinion that Fu Hang will suffer. As long as it can lead to war, news with heat and traffic, no news media will give up reporting.

So sometimes, the information you see is often what other people want you to see. Just like now, no one cares about Fu Hang's inner thoughts. good face.

He Qucheng didn't know what kind of mood Fu Hang had in handling Fu Jie's funeral, and he didn't know how he was able to sign the non-responsibility agreement, so he just watched that person sitting in the cremation room of the funeral home Sitting on the chair, watching the body on the screen being pushed into the cremation furnace.

"He Qucheng, I don't have a father anymore." This was the first sentence Fu Hang said to He Qucheng after receiving the news of Fu Jie's death. "I really don't have a father anymore."

He Qucheng sat next to Fu Hang, holding his hand, the people beside him didn't look at him, their eyes were empty, but they were staring at the transmission screen.

He Qucheng couldn't speak, he didn't know what he could say now, he could only hold that person's hand tightly so that he could feel that he was still beside that person.

When Fu Hang walked out of the funeral home with Fu Jie's urn in his arms, the media had already arrived. They blocked Fu Hang in front of him, questioning him sentence by sentence, accusing him sentence by sentence, and some of them died because of the accident caused by Fu Jie. The relatives of the victims stood next to the reporter, shouting "Happy!"

Fu Hang didn't say a word about those people's accusations or abuse, what could he say?What can I say?Could it be that he could still sprinkle Fu Jie's ashes on those people and yell at them?

He was tired, and he didn't want to argue or explain. It might be because the urn in his hand was too heavy, and he even walked a little unsteadily.

He Qucheng stood beside him and helped him. Maybe He Qucheng had contacted someone before, and after being surrounded for a while, he saw someone who looked like a bodyguard came over and separated Fu Hang and He Qucheng from the reporters' families.

Just when Fu Hang was about to get in the car and leave, he turned around, hugged the heavy urn, and bowed respectfully to the family members. Although his voice was a little hoarse, when he turned and bowed, the scene It was so quiet that the chirping of insects could be heard in the suburbs.

Just when those reporters thought they could finally get an answer from Fu Hang.

Fu Hang only said three words.

He said, "I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, he got into the car before those people could react, without a word of explanation or explanation, he just apologized, on behalf of his father, the He family and the Zheng family.

On the way back to the city, Fu Hang sat in the car, looking at the urn in his arms, and couldn't tell whether he was holding a sin or a relief.

On the day of Fu Jie's burial, Fu Hang didn't inform anyone, except He Qucheng, no one accompanied him.

Fu Hang didn't bury Fu Jie in any good place, and he didn't even set up a tombstone. He just asked a friend to prepare a cemetery in a remote place in the province, and buried him simply.

The day of the burial was a rare sunny day in late spring.

Fu Hang actually doesn't have much feeling for spring, maybe because he lived in W City since he was a child, his impression of spring is only the cherry blossoms of W size, and the man who took him to enjoy the flowers every year when he was young.

Fu Hang sighed, looked at the buried urn through the mud, glanced at He Qucheng who was standing not far away, walked towards him, took the man's hand, and spoke in a very soft voice, "Let's go."

He Qucheng held Fu Hang's hand and didn't speak. He didn't know what Fu Hang was thinking now. At the beginning, he thought that the person should be sad and sad, but he didn't seem to be when he entered the funeral home.

But in the dead of night, when he habitually touched the hands of the people around him in a daze, all he could touch was an empty bed.

Fu Hangzai probably couldn't sleep at night, always sitting in front of the bed in the bedroom in a daze, his eyes were empty and confused, like a dummy.

From the funeral home to the burial these days, Fu Hang didn't talk to He Qucheng much. I don't know if it was because of being hit or something else. It's just that Fu Hang felt very distressed. He felt sorry for the man who tortured himself. I feel sorry for that person who is on the edge of a dead end again.

But Fu Hang didn't seem to want to talk about it, even though he looked like nothing happened on the surface, if He Qucheng didn't see him sitting on the chair in front of the bed every night when he was half asleep and half awake, even He would think that Fu Hang had no extra feelings for Fu Jie's death.

But if you think about it carefully, how is it possible?Fu Hang lived under the influence of that person for most of his life, but in the end, the person faked his death and now he really died, and the dream he had finally continued was shattered.

The drive back was very long. He Qucheng drove the car and advised Fu Hang to sleep for a while. Fu Hang replied in a low voice, maybe he was tired too. He lowered the back of the seat, curled up in a small ball on the chair.

He Qucheng looked at him from the corner of his eye. Fu Hang was so thin that he could vaguely see the shoulder blades on his back through the thin clothes. He Qucheng reached out and stroked Fu Hang's back while driving the car into the rest area.

The man didn't know what he dreamed about, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he buried his head between the gap between the seat and the car door and covered his face with his elbows, as if he was whimpering.

He Qucheng didn't know how to comfort people, he just lowered his body and took away Fu Hang's elbow covering his face, gently wiped away the tears from Fu Hang's cheek, and kissed the earlobe of the sleeping man.

"Don't cry, you still have me."

When he returned to the apartment in City W again, it was getting late. He Qusheng carried Fu Hang on the bed and went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe his body. After washing himself, he also lay down on the bed and held Fu Hang in his arms. Li, said softly: "Good night."

In the middle of the night, He Qucheng was awakened by Fu Hang's low growl. The man suddenly sat up and lifted the quilt, not knowing what he was muttering.

He Qucheng was also scared, but no matter how much he shook him, he couldn't wake up. It wasn't until He Qucheng hugged Fu Hang for a while that he woke up slowly and opened his eyes full of mist.

"He Qucheng, I dreamed of my dad..." This was the first sentence that Fu Hang buried his head on He Qucheng's neck, and his voice was full of panic and uneasiness.

"I dreamed that he didn't want me anymore. He left alone, without anyone to rely on. As he walked, he asked me why I didn't burn him some paper money and buried him in that kind of place."

He Qucheng didn't speak, and it seemed that it was not good to say anything. He knew that this time it was only because Fu Hang stayed up late for too long and his nerves were tense, but there was no way, this was Fu Hang's most real reaction. Also overwhelmed.

He Qucheng originally wanted to get out of bed and pour Fu Hang a cup of hot water, but the man grabbed his arm and said weakly, "Stay with me."

He Qucheng sighed, he had always been unable to resist this kind of tone when dealing with Hang, so he resigned to his fate and sat beside him, patted Fu Hang on the back and sat leaning against the head of the bed with his arms around him.

"Shall we talk about something else?" He Qusheng said indifferently, trying his best to divert the topic to attract Fu Hang's attention, "Can you talk about me? Tell you about the time when I was in the United States?"

He Qucheng heard Fu Hang's answer in a daze, and began to tell his story, "At that time, I really wanted to go back to China, but I felt at a loss when I was not familiar with the place, and I didn't have time to tell you about it when I was sent there suddenly. Goodbye. When I first arrived in the United States, I actually missed you very much, but I couldn't come back, so when you called every day, I was actually very happy..."

He Qucheng spoke very slowly, and said things that were irrelevant. Fu Hang didn't listen carefully, but just responded to He Qucheng's words lightly. He just didn't want to sleep, and was afraid of the nightmare in his dream. Endlessly tugging on his trousers, dragging himself into the abyss.

Fu Hang didn't fall asleep until four o'clock in the morning. He Qucheng looked at the person lying in his arms, smiled helplessly, and helped Fu Hang's shoulder to let him lie down. He went out of the bedroom and stood on the balcony Lighted a cigarette.

He actually didn't think that Fu Jie would die. Although his life and death didn't matter to the He family as long as that person entered the detention center, he didn't think that Fu Jie would commit suicide suddenly, let alone Fu Jie's death. Death would be such a blow to Fu Hang.

He Qucheng leaned on the guardrail of the balcony, looked at the sly moonlight above his head and exhaled a smoke ring, his brain seemed to be a little insufficient, because until now, although all the autopsy results showed that Fu Jie committed suicide, there was no suicide note or even a suicide note. No one knows why he died.

He Qucheng can probably guess what Fu Jie and Fu Hang said in the detention center, but there are some things that Fu Jie knows, so Fu Hang probably doesn't know everything, and now Fu Hang's curiosity has dissipated a lot, But going on like this is not an option, he will know the truth sooner or later.

He Qucheng threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out. He also felt that something was wrong with his nerves, and he seemed a little suspicious.

Because Yingying Yueyue felt that Fu Jie's death was not simple this time, and seemed to be able to feel that others seemed to have intervened in the struggle between the Zheng family and the He family.

Whether it's the surveillance video Li Que received at the beginning, or Fu Hang's sudden visit to the detention center to see Fu Jie, or the death of Fu Jie now, it seems that someone is disrupting what happened. The chess game arranged by the family desperately is using the He family as a murderous knife, eating away at Zheng's financial resources step by step, but this does not seem to be the result expected by the people behind the scenes.

He Qucheng rubbed his temples, stood outside for a while to let the smell of cigarettes dissipate from his body, and returned to the bedroom after a while.

It's just that when he was lying on the bed for a second, there were still doubts in his mind, and the second after touching Fu Hang, he could only feel at ease and stable.

He has nothing to desire anymore, as long as there is this person, he is willing to give up his life.

Fu Hang woke up at nine in the morning the next day. After only sleeping for five hours, he stood in front of the mirror with heavy dark circles under his eyes, a toothbrush in his mouth, and his mind seemed to be full of paste. Feeling a bit cloudy.

But he clearly remembered the dream last night, and also remembered the gentleness of the person next to his pillow and those soft words.

With a smile on his lips, Fu Hang listened to the movement outside, He Qucheng seemed to be preparing lunch in the kitchen, the pots and pans were clanging, and the earl called him from time to time.

After Fu Hang washed up, he didn't intend to go out. It was still early, so he glanced at He Qucheng's cell phone on the bedside table.

His mobile phone has not been turned on for several days, and even Li Que contacted him through He Qucheng's words. He didn't even watch TV much in the past few days. Cut off directly, forcing him not to let him touch the phone.

It has been almost five days since Fu Jie's death. Fu Hang didn't know what he was thinking. He picked up He Qucheng's mobile phone and tried the password a few times before opening the phone interface and scrolling through Weibo messages.

The hot search about Fu Jie is still on the hot search list, but the popularity has dropped significantly. Fu Hang didn't read the comments below carefully or read the content, probably because he was afraid of looking directly at the abuse again, but what he didn't expect was that, News about the relationship between the Zheng family and the He family was on the hot search, but when Fu Hang was about to read the Weibo information carefully for a while, the WeChat news popped up.

It was from Li Que, who basically wanted to ask how Fu Hang was doing recently.

Fu Hang smiled and replied to her message, but when Fu Hang saw the chat records between Li Que and He Qucheng in the past, he trembled slightly.

He finally knew why Li Que would tell him the news that the police didn't understand, and he finally knew why Li Que wasn't surprised at all when he told Li Que that Fu Jie was still alive, because it was He Qucheng who told Li Que the truth, the one who is now My lover standing in the kitchen making lunch.

Fu Hang flipped through the information on his mobile phone, and looked at the message He Qucheng sent to Li Que the day he left He Zhai. The sentence "I'm sorry for him" deeply hurt Fu Hang's eyes, and he directly called Li Que. Quilted phone.

Before Li Que could speak on the other end, he heard Fu Hang's sobbing voice on the other end of the phone, "You know everything, why don't you want to tell me?"

Li Que was taken aback by this question, and asked with some uncertainty, "Fu Hang?"

"You obviously know everything, why didn't you tell me? Did you even know that my father would commit suicide in the detention center? Li Que, how many things have you kept from me?" Fu Hang's voice was weak, like a question or like Just want to know the truth.

Maybe it was because he cared too much about the answer of the person on the other end of the phone, so when He Qucheng entered the room and took away the phone in his hand, he realized that his eyes suddenly turned red, "He Qucheng, how much are you still hiding from me? thing?"

He Qucheng didn't answer Fu Hang's question, but just hung up the phone and knelt in front of Fu Hang, wanting to hold his hand as usual, but Fu Hang avoided him without a trace.

"Answer me." Fu Hang spoke dumbly, with stubbornness and ruthlessness in his eyes.

"A lot of things, a lot of things I don't want you to know." He Qucheng stood up with his eyes downcast, his eyes almost dodging.

"Including my father's?" Fu Hang pursed his lips and held back the words for a long time.

"Yes, including your father."

He Qucheng responded, and wanted to explain something but couldn't open his mouth. He seemed powerless to explain, because he did hide many things from Fu Hang, whether it was about his father, the relationship between the He family and the Zheng family, or even his future plans. Either way, he kept it from Fu Hang, he didn't want him to know and was afraid that he would know.

"Does Li Que know all about it? Is there any truth about those scandals that you can't see?"

He Qucheng didn't answer, just nodded, looked up at Fu Hang walking towards him, but there was no expression in the man's eyes, as if he had nothing to do with him, he said lightly, "Let's go out for dinner."

He Qucheng seemed to want to say something, but was startled by the words of Fu Hang's turning around, and pierced straight into his chest like a knife.

"He Qucheng, we'll finish playing after this meal."

"I don't think it's necessary."

Fu Hang couldn't feel how he finished the meal, he felt very numb, stiff and even twitching with heartache.He couldn't imagine that He Qusheng knew so many facts, knew that Fu Jie would surrender himself, and might even know that he would die in the detention center, why he couldn't tell him, and how could he not tell him.

He no longer cares about the grievances and grievances between the He family and the Zheng family, and feels that all of that is not important. To him, he has already thought about where he will go in the future and will spend the rest of his life hand in hand with He Qucheng, but now it seems that he is Those ideas are downright ridiculous.Because He Qusheng slapped him in partnership with Li Que, which hurt him so much.

Fu Hang looked at the earl who was rubbing against his trousers under the dining table, he couldn't even pull a far-fetched smile from the corner of his mouth, he was too lazy to smile or pretend.Now he doesn't even want to recall that he fell asleep in that person's arms last night, and he felt a chill in his heart.

It didn't even take 10 minutes for Fu Hang to eat a meal, and he went back to the bedroom to clear his luggage almost immediately after eating.

He Qucheng didn't know why, but he didn't come out and stayed in the bedroom. Seeing that Fu Hang came in to clear his luggage, he lowered his voice and said, "Can you not leave?"

Hearing this sentence, Fu Hang thought it was funny, raised his eyebrows, but stopped his hands, the smile in his voice was a little scary, "Then why don't you go?"

He Qucheng didn't speak, looked at the ironic smile on the corner of the man's mouth, walked over and snatched the clothes from his hand, "Okay, I'll go."

Fu Hang smiled, nodded, put all the things he had just cleaned up back to their original positions, looked at He Qucheng's actions on the other side, and asked abruptly, "If you were given another chance, would you Will you choose to tell me?"

He Qucheng paused for cleaning things, but he shook his head quickly, "No."

"yes."

He Qucheng didn't talk to him anymore, it's useless to talk more, what else can he say now for this sake.

He couldn't describe the disappointment and disgust in Fu Hang's eyes looking at him, and he couldn't explain what Fu Hang said to him before leaving the bedroom.

Now, he doesn't ask Fu Hang to look back at him in peace. He never planned to tell him the things he kept from Fu Hang in his life. He doesn't regret that the two of them have come to this point because of Fu Jie's death. .

It's just that when Dudu sees Fu Hang's eyes looking at him, his heart aches suddenly. It feels like something is pulling his heart, oppressing his breathing, almost drowning.

But in fact, Fu Hang may not feel better than him.

When He Qucheng left and closed the entrance door, Fu Hang couldn't hold back any longer. He squatted at the entrance and buried his face in his knees. He seemed to sigh but didn't seem to. She licked his arm, but also quietly did not make a sound.

Fu Hang knew very early on that as long as those things were not revealed, they would be in front of him and He Qucheng, but this time the power was too great. Apart from Fu Jie's sudden death, Li Que's concealment made him unbelievable. If he was really asked to choose between He Qucheng and those events, even Fu Hang himself didn't know what he would choose, because he hesitated and wanted to have it because he was too greedy.

Fu Hang stood at the entrance and squatted for a long time before slowly standing up. He might still be a little anemic, and his mind was a little dizzy. He walked slowly back to the bedroom and plugged his phone into the charger to turn it on.

Li Que's news was sent overwhelmingly, without too many explanations, only an apology, after Fu Hang replied indifferently, "Got it", he didn't bother with it anymore, and just rummaged through it casually on the sofa alone. A series that I was planning to chase before.

After looking at it for a while, the phone rang untimely. Fu Hang glanced at the caller information, it was Li Que who called, but Fu Hang didn't answer it, so he hung up directly. Fu Hang ignored everything.

After an episode of the series was finished, there was no sound from Li Que's side, but he kept sending WeChat, but Fu Hang didn't want to watch it.Fu Hang himself knew that what he was doing now was naive, and he was angry like a child, but he was angry, and he was angry with He Qucheng, and Li Que was even more angry with himself who had always been ignorant.

Why did He Qucheng not want to tell him the truth, why did Li Que help him hide it from himself, why did they all know that their father was already alive at that time...

Fu Hang couldn't stop thinking that he didn't pay attention to the TV at all, and as for the mobile phone beside him, Fu Hang couldn't remember how many times it rang when he took something.

Fu Hang was patiently ready to answer Li Que's call to listen to her explanation, but after looking at the caller ID, he found that it was indeed a stranger's number, and with a trace of curiosity, Fu Hang pressed the connection button.

"Hi Fuhang, I'm Zheng Ye. I can tell you all the truth you want to know, how about we meet?"

Hearing the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone, Fu Hang was suspicious for a while, but thinking of the recent events and He Qucheng's attitude, he asked very quickly, "Address?"

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When Fu Hang arrived at the agreed place, Zheng Ye seemed to have arrived a long time ago. Standing alone at the bridge, seeing Fu Hang coming, he scrutinized his brows and eyes carefully.

And Fu Hang was also looking at the person in his eyes.

The looks of Zheng Ye and Zheng Ci are different. If you really want to say it, Zheng Ye's looks are more like the He family. There is a faint slack in the brows and eyes, but it looks a bit frivolous when viewed from a distance. .Zheng Ye's appearance is not outstanding, he has a well-behaved appearance, and his aura is quite different from Zheng Ci's. It can only be said that he is a dude.

This was the first time Fu Hang saw Zheng Ye, and he was the one who invited him here, so he didn't know what to say.On the other hand, Zheng Ye was not restrained at all, seeing Fu Hang coming, he greeted him while walking and talking.

However, unlike Zheng Ye's first impression, when he spoke in anger, his voice was very clean and free of impurities.

"I'm afraid there are too many people in some places, and it's not good to hear. You probably want to ask a lot." Zheng Ye asked.

Fu Hang nodded, followed his pace and walked slowly, "I want to ask a lot, about the He family, your Zheng family, and my father."

Zheng Ye didn't respond to his words, but changed the subject and said something else, "Don't you wonder why you have anemia?"

"Because my mother also has it. Anemia is a genetic disease of the He family."

"And you are a child of the He family. Do you understand me when I say this?"

Fu Hang was taken aback, probably a little confused by what Zheng Ye said, but a smile froze on the corner of his mouth, "Why did I never know that the He family had this problem?"

"Because heredity is probable, and it just so happens that you won the bid and so did my mother," Zheng Ye said calmly, "That's why He Qucheng kept it from you, because the He family There are too many opposites, and you won't be safe until the incident is over."

Fu Hang didn't respond, and carefully stroked what Zheng Ye said, and finally just asked lightly, "Why should I believe you?"

Zheng Ye walked in front of him, listened to Fu Hang's question with a playful smile on his lips, and answered very simply, "Because you can only trust me now, if you want to know what the He family has been doing in recent years, ten What happened a few years ago, only I can tell you, do you count on He Qucheng?"

Fu Hang was speechless and didn't know what to refute. Zheng Ye seemed to have a thorough understanding of the relationship between him and He Qucheng, but this fact was too big for him. The father he had known for 26 years was not his real father. It was his real home for more than ten years, and this kind of news was like a slap in the face.

Fu Hang was still in great shock before he could react when he heard Zheng Ye speak again.

"Otherwise, why do you think your mother is so anxious to test the paternity of Benben? Because Fu Jie has lived for so many years, raising children for others, do you know?" Zheng Ye said, laughing out loud, almost Mocking, "As for He Qucheng, he has been just a dog raised by the He family all these years. If he can attach himself to that overseas Chinese, he can still survive. It's a pity, because of you, he drove the eldest lady into the car. Hospital."

Fu Hang cleared his throat, and his eyes were vaguely alienated, "So what? You called me here just to tell me this?"

"Of course not," Zheng Ye leaned on the fence on the bridge, turned around and stopped there to look at him, "The He family has almost brought down several competitors in the past few years, and now it's Zheng's turn. It's not surprising at all, after all, when He Guowei was willing to marry his daughter to Zheng Huahui, he should have thought about how Zheng's body should be collected by them in the future."

"so what?"

"So?" Zheng Ye smiled sinisterly, "So I stepped in to see if the current situation can be more fun."

Fu Hang didn't understand what Zheng Ye said, but he didn't leave. He wanted to hear the reason of that person and the secrets he didn't know.

Fu Hang could guess why Zheng Ye messed up the situation, but when this silly young master showed his face, Fu Hang was still taken aback.

After all, in the eyes of the outside world, the second son of the Zheng family is a waste. He has no business acumen, is not good at studies, and even has a lot of past affairs. His goal seems to have been achieved, and the facts are clearly there. Now that the Zheng family is bankrupt, Zheng Ci and Zheng Huahui are wanted overseas, and now the Zheng family is already a building that is about to collapse, so there is no need to worry about anything.

As for Zheng Ye's statement about himself, Fu Hang did not intend to accept it. It was just an anemia. Without a paternity test in front of Fu Hang, Fu Hang would not accept that statement.

It's just that Zheng Ye's words made him care too much. The current situation seems to be under his control. He doesn't understand what he intends to do, and he doesn't even understand his motives. He can only wait for Zheng Ye to speak. .

It's just that Zheng Ye's question made him unable to answer.

Zheng Ye asked him, "Do you know how my mother died?"

Fu Hang chose to remain silent and wait for Zheng Ye to speak to the question that he could not answer.

"People from the Zheng family inserted a drainage tube on my mother and drew blood from her," Zheng Ye said, turning around, leaning on the fence at the waist to let himself go, looking at the water under the bridge. I didn’t dare to go out of the closet, so I watched my mother’s blood drain little by little, her face was pale, and she didn’t stop breathing until two hours later.”

"You can't imagine that kind of scene at all. Your hands and feet are tied to the bed, you can't struggle at all, the needle is just inserted into the blood vessel, and the blood is drawn out at a very slow speed, like a fish stranded on the shore. You can wait for death to come, there is no escape at all. And the most ridiculous thing, do you know what it is? She smiled at me when she had only one breath left. I always felt that she deliberately let me hide in that place at that time. The dilapidated house made me hate my surname, and hate her too."

Fu Hang listened, imagining the scene, and felt miserable. He didn't approach Zheng Ye, but stood not far away, and said something like sighing or mourning, "I'm sorry." Even if he himself didn't know what he was sorry for.

Zheng Ye smiled when he heard his words, waved his hands, and asked, "What are you sorry for? What can you be sorry for? When Fu Jie was holding my mother's body and crying there after my mother died, I I cried at that time, but later I realized that although I have this surname, I am not from that family at all. When my mother died, I was only about six years old, like a nightmare."

"Later, I started to think about how to get revenge with the help of Fu Jie. Whether He Qucheng went to V&L to transfer funds or frame Zheng, I actually knew that sometimes I just wanted to kill two birds with one stone. The time I did the most was When Fu Jie caused a car accident for the first time, he set a fire next to him. In fact, over the years, the Zheng family's tax evasion and black market money laundering list can bring him down, but I never thought of letting the He family go. So of course I never thought of letting you go."

As Zheng Ye said, he turned around and looked at Fu Hang fiercely, "You have been protected by the He family for more than 20 years, even when I told Li Que the truth about the car accident that Fu Jie made that killed Li Que's parents I only help you, so you said what would happen if you died suddenly? A few days ago, someone was sent to the detention center to block you, but now the Zheng family is about to go bankrupt, so I can only do it myself. After you die, I will Send out Fu Jie's suicide note, and take advantage of the last wave of public opinion to be buried with the He family."

Zheng Ye said that he wanted Fu Hang to approach, his face was a little scary, "He Qucheng has protected you for so long, and the He family has protected you as a treasure. Why can you live like that? I am nothing? Disgust and belittled, can you understand? Can you understand?!"

Zheng Ye yelled and rushed towards Fu Hang, Fu Hang dodged and was caught by his throat, and he heard the man in front of him muttering like a madman, "I'm going to tie you up when you leave the detention center. In the end, you ran away, and now I have only one way, as long as you die and Fu Jie's suicide note, the He family will definitely be buried with my mother just like the Zheng family! You can't live, you don't deserve to live! "

Fu Hang didn't have time to speak at all, he just felt his throat constrict. Fu Hang knew that the man was serious. If he didn't run away, he would die here today. No wonder Zheng Ye asked to meet here. No one will pass by.

Fu Hang was pinched by Zheng Ye, and his face was blushing. He tried to break the man's hand with his hands, but he couldn't do it. After trying for a long time, Fu Hang kicked the man's calf directly. Zheng Ye ate Pain, forced to let go of him.

Fu Hang was so violently let go, he took a few steps back and coughed a few times, "So have you figured out how to spend your next life in prison?"

"Of course," Zheng Ye smiled coldly, "It's not just me, but also He Yaohua, the old lady, He Guowei, of course, and your He Qucheng. But, He Qucheng will probably die, right?"

"What did you say?"

"I said, He Qucheng will probably die, and the Chinese American Group won't let him live. It will probably happen when he repents of his marriage and bumps into Wei Qin," Zheng Ye said, approaching Fu Hang unhurriedly, " By the way, you don’t know yet, right? He Qusheng voluntarily went abroad to protect you, voluntarily married with a Chinese group, and voluntarily was treated as a pawn, just to protect you. I sent people to let go of those rumors, just for today, You must die today."

Fu Hang didn't have extra time to play riddles with this person. After hearing Zheng Ye's words, he only thought that if he could live, he must ask He Qucheng to understand whether the truth that he didn't tell himself for his own benefit was true. As cruel as this person said, is it really so bloody but helpless?

But the fact does not allow Fu Hang to think too much, because when Zheng Ye's thugs surrounded him, Fu Hang had no way to retreat. His back had already reached the railing on the bridge, but in front of him was Zheng Ye. A face of success.

"If you have any questions, I can answer you now. It doesn't matter if it's about He Qucheng, the He family and the Zheng family, or you can ask your father after you go down? It's all fine." Zheng Ye was rampant. talking.

Fu Hang didn't respond, and looked at the river behind him from the corner of his eye. There was no torrent on the river at the end of spring, but there was absolutely no shortage of undercurrents underneath. Fu Hang didn't plan to jump down to escape, but now he almost dilemma.

"So you have to let me die today, right?" Fu Hang looked at Zheng Ye, without asking him any questions about those events, "Is it right here?"

"If you want, I can also take you back to die in the same way as my mother. You can choose." It was Zheng Yeyun's calm words that responded to Yinghang.

Fu Hang was silent for a while, because he saw the bridge